THE PEOPLE AROUND ME In my whole life from when I was born up to eleven years old, there was this place in Elizabeth. This place was my parent’s vintage clothing store. This store was a place where my family hanged out, or couple people from the hood that my dad went to school with. A place where we met different people, but mostly Spanish people, and a place full of crazy, loving, memories.
This place was my family’s vintage clothing store in Elizabeth. The store smelled like old vintage clothes, with a mix of different types of Spanish food. Sometimes when Mother Nature provides some wind, we would feel like we are in Cancun, the nice cold ocean breeze. This store was like a second home to me. Since I was young, I didn't go to school. So I followed my grandparents to the store while my pa rents go out and get some clothes. When we arrive at the store it was original routine, open up the cage, unlock the door, and pin in the alarm password. Then one of the workers would arrive and come help us out. This worker was very special, because she raised me when my parents and grandparents were busy at the store. She would do her labors, and change my diapers. For lunch she would take me with her and buy food. She would buy me Spanish bread, and drinks. When we arrive at the store Bhartha would set up an eating area for my brother and me. She would treat us like young kings, or even like she’s my second mother. She would tuck us into a blanket, and put a table right on top of or lap. Then she would give us the best Spanish food she could find. She would treat us like a lion looks after his cubs. She would go out and buy my grandparents healthy food and not the greasy ones we eat. After the lunch, she would ask us if we wanted ice cream, or a dessert. She would get us the longest popsicles ever. They were probably a foot long. Bhartha was very helping in our family. If we didn’t have her I wonder what chaos would happen. Once I sprained my ankle and Bhartha knew exactly what to do. She brought over a Spanish Tiger balm, and kept massaging it. She massaged it so much, that it didn't swell up, or hurt after. It felt like my normal self again. I went home, and my mother took over and started to massage it. Bhartha was great, because she knew how to do everything. By paying her back with all this kindness, I would go to Korean School on Saturdays. One day we were learning how to make sushi, as an elective. So I remembered about Bhartha, so I made a special one for her. When I gave it to her she was shocked. She was happier then someone winning the lottery. She said it looked great, and taste great, and thanked me gratefully.
Another person that was important in my life is Jack. I don’t know what he was to my family, but I’m proud to call him my Uncle. Jack was the reason why I am here in America. Jack wasn't Korean, but he was White. Apparently they met, meaning my grandparents. I don’t know how they communicated, but they did. Jack brought over my grandparents to the U.S. and I’m proud that happened. He helped out a lot to my grandparents, and when I was born he would always come. But the bad thing was he lived in Seattle. He got married there to, with a Korean woman. I’m also proud to call her my Aunt. They both would come if we had an event, or even if someone was sick. Jack took my grandparents to a cruise to Alaska, while I was stuck at home. But to repay, he took our whole family to Wild Wood, New York, and California to attain to my cousins. He would always hang out at my parent’s store or usually at our house. He would play with me and my brother, take us out and buy us food, or Toy’s R US. Once for my third birthday he bought me a Hot Wheel track set, with twenty cars. I played with it every day until I was five. I used to take it to the store or whenever we went on a trips, or even when I was about to go to sleep. When I was two I remember our family and my cousins going to Cancun with Jack, and swimming in the crystal blue water. Jack rented a water mobiles for my father and grandfather. I remember my grandfather doing a wheelie, and fell backwards. The water mobile fell, so my uncle had to come and help him out. I also remember that he took my parents, and grandparents parasailing. I saw my mother’s face after the ride was over, she looked miserable. But she yelled to me that it was fun. My grandparents were crazy when I was young. They did everything they had in Cancun. They said we looked like ants from the high sky. Another trip we went on was to Jamaica. It was my family, Jack, and his wife. I don’t remember much about Jamaica, but I remember that we went hunting. But it wasn't animals, but avocados. They were on trees, and the hunters had spears. They would bombard the spear at the avocados, which everything would fall. They gathered all the avocados and cook it with something, but I don’t know what it was. I remember Jack bringing me a spear and telling me to bombard it. We learned to dance to a Jamaican music, and learned there language. But I could barely speak English, so it was no use. Jack was the best, because he took us places that we would never go to, and he was the best company. I got older, and he traveled back to Seattle. When I was about seven years old, my grandparents told me that he got to a serious car accident, and got his head busted open. He died. I was so heart broken, all those memories I had, and it was all garbage now. I didn't even get a chance to say bye or thank you to him. He was special, and would always be in my heart.
In my whole life from when I was born up to eleven years old, there was this place in Elizabeth. This place was my parent’s vintage clothing store. This store was a place where my family hanged out, or couple people from the hood that my dad went to school with. A place where we met different people, but mostly Spanish people, and a place full of crazy, loving, memories.
This place was my family’s vintage clothing store in Elizabeth. The store smelled like old vintage clothes, with a mix of different types of Spanish food. Sometimes when Mother Nature provides some wind, we would feel like we are in Cancun, the nice cold ocean breeze. This store was like a second home to me. Since I was young, I didn't go to school. So I followed my grandparents to the store while my pa rents go out and get some clothes. When we arrive at the store it was original routine, open up the cage, unlock the door, and pin in the alarm password. Then one of the workers would arrive and come help us out. This worker was very special, because she raised me when my parents and grandparents were busy at the store. She would do her labors, and change my diapers. For lunch she would take me with her and buy food. She would buy me Spanish bread, and drinks. When we arrive at the store Bhartha would set up an eating area for my brother and me. She would treat us like young kings, or even like she’s my second mother. She would tuck us into a blanket, and put a table right on top of or lap. Then she would give us the best Spanish food she could find. She would treat us like a lion looks after his cubs. She would go out and buy my grandparents healthy food and not the greasy ones we eat. After the lunch, she would ask us if we wanted ice cream, or a dessert. She would get us the longest popsicles ever. They were probably a foot long. Bhartha was very helping in our family. If we didn’t have her I wonder what chaos would happen. Once I sprained my ankle and Bhartha knew exactly what to do. She brought over a Spanish Tiger balm, and kept massaging it. She massaged it so much, that it didn't swell up, or hurt after. It felt like my normal self again. I went home, and my mother took over and started to massage it. Bhartha was great, because she knew how to do everything. By paying her back with all this kindness, I would go to Korean School on Saturdays. One day we were learning how to make sushi, as an elective. So I remembered about Bhartha, so I made a special one for her. When I gave it to her she was shocked. She was happier then someone winning the lottery. She said it looked great, and taste great, and thanked me gratefully.
Another person that was important in my life is Jack. I don’t know what he was to my family, but I’m proud to call him my Uncle. Jack was the reason why I am here in America. Jack wasn't Korean, but he was White. Apparently they met, meaning my grandparents. I don’t know how they communicated, but they did. Jack brought over my grandparents to the U.S. and I’m proud that happened. He helped out a lot to my grandparents, and when I was born he would always come. But the bad thing was he lived in Seattle. He got married there to, with a Korean woman. I’m also proud to call her my Aunt. They both would come if we had an event, or even if someone was sick. Jack took my grandparents to a cruise to Alaska, while I was stuck at home. But to repay, he took our whole family to Wild Wood, New York, and California to attain to my cousins. He would always hang out at my parent’s store or usually at our house. He would play with me and my brother, take us out and buy us food, or Toy’s R US. Once for my third birthday he bought me a Hot Wheel track set, with twenty cars. I played with it every day until I was five. I used to take it to the store or whenever we went on a trips, or even when I was about to go to sleep. When I was two I remember our family and my cousins going to Cancun with Jack, and swimming in the crystal blue water. Jack rented a water mobiles for my father and grandfather. I remember my grandfather doing a wheelie, and fell backwards. The water mobile fell, so my uncle had to come and help him out. I also remember that he took my parents, and grandparents parasailing. I saw my mother’s face after the ride was over, she looked miserable. But she yelled to me that it was fun. My grandparents were crazy when I was young. They did everything they had in Cancun. They said we looked like ants from the high sky. Another trip we went on was to Jamaica. It was my family, Jack, and his wife. I don’t remember much about Jamaica, but I remember that we went hunting. But it wasn't animals, but avocados. They were on trees, and the hunters had spears. They would bombard the spear at the avocados, which everything would fall. They gathered all the avocados and cook it with something, but I don’t know what it was. I remember Jack bringing me a spear and telling me to bombard it. We learned to dance to a Jamaican music, and learned there language. But I could barely speak English, so it was no use. Jack was the best, because he took us places that we would never go to, and he was the best company. I got older, and he traveled back to Seattle. When I was about seven years old, my grandparents told me that he got to a serious car accident, and got his head busted open. He died. I was so heart broken, all those memories I had, and it was all garbage now. I didn't even get a chance to say bye or thank you to him. He was special, and would always be in my heart.